𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐞 (𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐉𝐫. 𝐗 𝐘/𝐧)

~...You Love me?

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"So I see you get along with him well," He tells me.

"What?" I turn around, trying to find where the voice is coming from.

"I'm right here," he waves, I see a figure from far. I squint my eyes trying to see who it could be. "What? Can't recognize your father?"

"W-what?" I walk towards him, looking in his eyes, "Father?"

"That would be me."

"Uh-huh, so can I also call you a bitch?"

"That's not very nice," he looks down, "You know it's not like I left because of you."

"Yeah, you left because you couldn't take care of responsibilities. Actually, you know what? Both you and mom are shit, you both trying to make me believe one of you is better than the other when both of you are equally stupid and both wrong. You made me hate myself, you made me think no one likes me, you made me feel like shit. Both of you did, and guess what dad? mother died, and you didn't even bother attending her funeral, what kind of sick human are you?"

"Listen-"

"No how about you listen. How about you take my opinion for once dad, why couldn't you just stay and be a good dad, why couldn't you just be there for me? Why did you have to leave?" I start to tear up but trying not to end up crying.

"Y/n, please just listen. I don't have much time, just please listen."

"What?"

"I know I messed up and that's why I sent Robert to you, to take care of you, and looks like you are trying to take care of yourself, he's my friend you know, I know I'm a horrible father forgive me-"

I open my eyes to find myself looking at the ceiling. I sat up, looking around. I'm at my dorm with Britney, it's been two days since I have seen Downey. I look at my clock, 4:37 am, I blink my eyes a couple more times rubbing my eyes with my hands. What the fuck was that? I feel the sweat on my head, I rub my forehead and felt sweat on my hand. I start to get a bit hot, my hands shaking, hot flashes, I get off the bed and stumble to the bathroom.

I can't breathe. I take a look at myself in the mirror and try to take deep breaths. I rest my back on the bathroom door and slide down on the ground covering my face with my hands. Breathe. Fucking breathe. I can't fucking breathe. I'm guessing this is how I die. Well, I had a good life. Alright, come on. I lay down on the floor feeling like I'm gonna pass out. A knock on the door, I stare at it wide-eyed.

"Y/n!" Are you okay?!"

I try to speak but nothing comes out.

"I'm coming in," she warns me. She opens the door, seeing me laying on the floor. She comes near me, laying down, hugging me, telling me to calm down. Eventually, I do as said and felt calm. I hug her back on the verge of tears. "Shhhh, it's okay, everything is okay," she rubs my back, comforting me.

"I- I don't know what that w-was."

"It's okay, really it's fine. I think you just had a panic attack. But that's okay, just breathe babe," I close my eyes, getting tired, "You don't need to go to school today."

"No, it's okay, I'll go to school," I get out of her embrace, sitting up. She gets off the floor wiping herself off.

"Here," she reaches her hand out for me to grab. I take it and stand up, walking over to the sink to rinse my face, "You sure you want to go?"